Times Change by Andy Frankham-Allen

Description:

A creature of myth, a myth of horrific legend, a legend of violation.

Throughout history, women have been enthralled, unable to resist their desire upon laying eyes upon this perfect example of man. Caitlyn is one such woman. She’s always been looking for the perfect man, and when Iago walks into her life, she is certain she has found him.

But then her housemate, Hunter, sees Iago from a distance and realizes that he, too, has found his perfect man.

Throughout history women have been enthralled... but times change.

Excerpt:

Sex on a stick. There was just no other term for it. When Caitlyn first saw him that’s exactly the phrase that popped into her head; second to that, she just knew she had to get this guy’s number.

She had been with her girlfriends enjoying a macchiato when she had spotted him. He was walking in her general direction, but she liked to think he was approaching her. In reality, he was probably going to order his own shot of caffeine from the counter behind her, but he did throw a very candid wink her way as he passed her table. Of all the girlfriends huddled around the little table, it was Niki who first spotted Caitlyn’s distraction.

“Do you really think so?” Niki whispered in her ear, leaning in close so the others wouldn’t hear.

Caitlyn smiled broadly. How could she not? “I really really do,” she said. She offered Niki a wink and excused herself from the table. As she walked towards the counter, she heard the curious whispers of her girlfriends, and Niki acting as if she knew nothing. Of course, soon they’d all spot the hunk of sexiness and they’d realize. But by then it would be too late; he would be hers.

She stopped at the counter, standing behind the man, pretending to look at the cakes in the display cabinet, but really admiring his rather fit ass. Dark blue jeans with white stitching clung tightly to his perfectly shaped bubble butt, the seam riding high between his legs. For a second Caitlyn actually had to look at the cakes, otherwise she knew she’d need to start fanning herself. Back under control she inched forward, almost touching him.

The girl behind the till must have noticed, because she cast a dark look Caitlyn’s way. Caitlyn just smiled back in response. She didn’t care; if the girl had eyes that worked she’d realize the need to do anything to try and get the attention of the man. At the moment he was simply a customer, but if the girl had played her cards right he could have become so much more. Caitlyn wondered where such thoughts came from.